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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (89/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-07-02 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)“Boss, there’s a messenger here to see you. Some little kid, legionary in training.”
Lucinda rolls to her feet, shakes herself out.
“He say what for?” she asks, scrubs at her eyes with her fingers.
“Just said he wanted to talk to you, Boss. Wouldn't say anything to me besides that.”
“Thanks,” Lucinda grunts, and pads toward the front door on bare feet. Runner follows behind, settles back down in Watch’s chair.
The boy is standing tall out in front of the steps, chest puffed out, hands folded primly at his back. He can’t be more than nine or ten. Lucinda watches him from one eye, lights a cigarette while he waits on her order. She takes a drag, holds it for five seconds before blowing out smoke.
“What orders do you have?” she asks.
“The leader of the Frumentarii has orders for you to return to Dog Town to spend your anniversary with your husband. You are to report to the caravan stage at dawn today,” the boy pipes. When he says his piece, he clamps his mouth shut and stares straight ahead.
“Dawn today? Why such short notice?”
“I don’t know, sir,” the boy replies, still exceedingly cheery.
Lucinda takes another drag off her cigarette, studies the boy’s face.
“You’re dismissed. I’ll be there.”
“Yes sir!” he salute, and runs back towards the center of town.
“You heard that?” Lucinda asks Runner.
“Sure did, boss,” Runner agrees, hauls herself out of the chair to lean on the railing next to Lucinda. “How's the husband?”
“Clueless jackass I hate,” Lucinda replies. “I'll have Drummer and Twist in charge while I’m gone. I should be back in less than a month, if I'm lucky. If I'm not, this will be it for all of us.”
Runner nods.
“If it is, it's been a pleasure to serve under you.” Runner shrugs. “Sure as hell don't agree with it, but it's better than wasting to death in a backwater town somewhere ‘cause they couldn’t figure anything better to do with me.”
Lucinda holds out her pack of cigarettes and her matchbox. Runner takes both, lights herself a cigarette.
“I need to talk to Siri, but I won't see a lot of the team before i leave.”
“What do you want me to tell them?” Runner asks.
“I've been sent back to my husband. I’ll try to get back here, but I don't know when, or how, or if my luck will run out and I'll have a baby of my own.”
Runner snorts.
“I know your sort. Played your hand months ago.” She pauses to smoke. “Coat hanger sort of woman.”
Lucinda snorts. They stand in silence for a moment, and then Lucinda turns back, heads to the kitchen without another word.
Siri rolls over, grunts, when Lucinda bends to one knee next to her.
“Siri? Siri, hey, wake up.”
Siri mumbles, but sits up.
“What happened?” Siri asks. “Who's hurt?”
“No one,” Lucinda replies, presses one hand into the top of Siri’s shoulder. “But I--Vulpes is sending me back to my husband.”
“To--” Siri's eyes go wide, and the color drains from her cheeks. “Are you--really?”
Lucinda nods, looks away, swallows hard.
“Yeah,” she says.
“Can I send anything with you?” Siri asks. “Or--”
“You can send stuff, yeah,” Lucinda agrees. She turns, settles down so she sits next to Siri, hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder. “He’s sending me, and my stuff.”
“I don’t--hm.” Siri extricates herself from her sleeping bag, snaps open her doctoring case.
She looks at the contents for a moment, then pulls out the songbook.
“Can you take this? Will it be safe?”
Lucinda takes the book, runs her fingers across the cover.
“If you’re my Owl, I’ll carry it. Call it tribe and I'll take it.”
Siri sits back on her heels.
“Raven, right?” she asks.
“Shrike, still,” Lucinda says. “Raven someday again, maybe. But to you…” She leans over, spreads one arm wide, and Siri leans into the hug, clutches the back of Lucinda's shirt with both hands and a hitch of breath. “For you, I can stay Lucy.”